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It was unknown who had taken the seven-story tower away. Was Han Muye alive or dead?

“Sigh, it’s just a worldly possession after all.” The Daoist who put away his long sword shook his head and sighed softly.

“Indeed. Dark Shadow Divine Venerable, who wants to take away the treasure, will definitely not let that guy off,” the other person whispered gloatingly.

Although they were disappointed, they were still lucky compared to those who had lost their lives.

The eight of them had originally gathered because of the Sword Tower. Now that it was gone, they naturally dispersed on their own.

Han Muye, who left early, had already flown thousands of miles away and was watching the two sides fighting ahead.

On one side was a young man with a sword flashing in his hand, and on the other side was a middle-aged person with spirit symbols dancing in his hand and ice crystals flashing around his body.

The young man’s sword was not only fast, but every trace of it was untraceable.

Behind him, there appeared an illusory tower.

The tower was faint and outsiders could not even see its outline clearly, but within it, flashes of sword light flickered continuously. Every now and then, a sword light would appear in the young man’s hand.

The middle-aged man opposite him wasn’t fast, but the spirit symbols in his hand could appear wherever he needed them at any moment.

Those ice crystals that moved with them also appeared mysteriously around both of them.

As the ice crystals exploded, a rift in space appeared.

“Slash—”

The young man pierced through the runes in front of him with his sword, and then shattered the ice crystals behind him with another sword strike.

In this sword strike, a scorching heat of flames and the blazing sun was revealed.

“Not bad, it could even withstand my ice crystals.” The middle-aged Daoist stepped back, the symbols on his palms intertwined, and he looked up and spoke.

“Your skills have not been fully displayed, otherwise how could I have blocked them?” The young swordsman spoke lightly, stepped back, and then turned his gaze to Han Muye, who was falling from the sky.

“Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic?” The young man’s eyes sparkled as he asked in a deep voice.

Hearing his question, the middle-aged Daoist was also a little curious and turned to look at Han Muye.

“Bai Yuming of the Sword Pavilion, Sun Jiusheng of the Dao Palace Sect.

“The battle just now was indeed exciting.”

“It’s said that the Heavenly Mystic’s Minister Han has profound skills in swordsmanship and is also decisive in his actions. But from what I see today, I’m afraid the rumors in the world are not to be believed.” A glint of insight flashed in the middle-aged Daoist’s eyes as he looked at Han Muye.

Hearing his words, Han Muye chuckled and said, “Dao Lord Sun, what kind of person am I?”

“Others don’t know what treasures are in this Divine Emperor’s treasure trove. When I opened the treasure trove, I had already checked. There was no Divine Seal Heavenly Spirit Liquid.” The Daoist turned to look at the young man opposite him and took out a jade-colored crystal.

“There’s no Yang Dragon Chalcedony.”

The young sword cultivator opposite held a jade bowl the size of a palm in his hand, in which there was a green and translucent spiritual liquid rippling.

“Senior Sun meant that these treasures are related to this Minister Han?” The young swordsman’s aura converged, but his sword intent became even stronger.

“Whether it’s related to Minister Han or not, only Minister Han himself knows,” the middle-aged Daoist said with a smile, then his smile faded.

“Bai Yuming, let’s make a bet. Whoever wins the ninth place on the Heavenly List will take the treasure. What do you think?”

Bai Yuming did not reply, but his sword did.

A sword light stabbed at Han Muye’s neck.

Behind him, the five-story Sword Pavilion floated, and sword lights turned into a long river.

Every move he made was an endless killing move. Although he looked down on the ninth place on the Heavenly List who had never made a move, Bai Yuming did not hold back.

On the other side, Sun Jiusheng also raised his hand. The ice crystals collided with the jade talisman, turning into a ten-foot-long ice saber that slashed at Han Muye’s head.

The saber and sword turned into wind and thunder.

A thousand feet of void space arrived in an instant. The sword light was even faster, and the saber light was even fiercer.

The direct disciple of the Upper Three Heavens’s Sword Pavilion, Bai Yuming, and the direct disciple of the Upper Three Heavens’s Dao Sect, Yuling Dao Palace, Sun Jiusheng. The two elites who had always been enemies attacked Han Muye at the same time.

Ninth on the Heavenly List.

The more elite one was, the more arrogant one would be.

If Han Muye did not show his strength with his cultivation, he would not be respected by experts.

Looking at the sword light and saber light coming at him, Han Muye smiled.

Someone had ranked him on the Heavenly List. Since he was ranked ninth, there must be a reason.

Just like how these two elites of the Upper Three Heavens could be ranked in the top 30 of the Heavenly List as juniors.

17th on the Heavenly List, Sun Jiusheng.

23rd on the Heavenly List, Bai Yuming.

Their ranking was even higher than Dark Shadow Divine Venerable, Zhao Zhenghe.

When the light of the saber and sword arrived, Han Muye raised his hand and held both long and short swords.

The long sword flashed with green light, and the purple light of the broken sword intertwined.

He raised his long sword and twisted it gently, shattering the ice blade that was coming down from above. The short sword cut horizontally and blocked Bai Yuming’s sword light.

“Slash—”

Bai Yuming’s sword was caught by the short sword and flew into the sky, crashing into Sun Jiusheng who was flying down.

The two swords broke the saber and sword in front of him.

With one strike, Han Muye displayed his strength and was ranked on the Heavenly List. He was indeed powerful.

“Amazing!” Sun Jiusheng laughed. The runes in his hands exploded and turned into a golden ice dragon whip.

The long whip swung down from the sky and swept towards Han Muye.

Bai Yuming, whose sword was lured away, also moved and appeared behind Han Muye.

Two of the top 30 on the Heavenly List, elites from the major sects of the Upper Three Heavens, surrounded the ninth on the Heavenly List. If outsiders saw this battle, they would definitely not be willing to blink.

Such a battle was rare even in a hundred years.

There was a long whip on his head and a sword on his back.

Han Muye’s expression did not change as he reversed the sword in his hands.